Long 1971 Poems
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You starred as Batgirl and as the green babe in an episode of Star Trek.
You died of breast cancer and your fans and family's lives are a wreck.
Breast cancer is a big threat to women, it's what many have died of.
You entertained many people and because of that, you were loved.
In 1971, you starred in 'How To Frame A Figg' with Don Knotts.
You were very talented and many people appreciated that a lot.
I have an autographed photo of you as Batgirl and the book that you wrote.
You weren't alone when you suffered from breast cancer, many have been and are in the same boat.
[Dedicated to Yvonne Craig (1937-2015) who died on August 17, 2015.]
It's too bad he left this earth in 1971.
I believe knowing him would have been a lot of fun.
He was born in Rye, New York, but moved frequently.
Baltimore was where he had his longest residency.
He was a panelist on the game show "Masquerade Party"
Ogden proved to write with great ability.
His collections of poems are absolutely fabulous.
So many of them are entertaining and humorous.
They have been saved and preserved for all of us.
This was a poet who really liked to rhyme.
That's what I like to do most of the time.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
I come from a hick town
we stare at the woman
competition on
A town of five thousand when I was a child
the shoe factory pulled out
so make that twenty-five hundred.
that’s nothing Gladys says
we kids rode cows to school through the field
no paved roads
everyone had corn fields, my town was twelve hundred.
twelve hundred! That is a metropolitan center!
My town had forty-two houses
We were all related; only two hundred and forty-six of us
in 1971.
How many kids were in your graduating class?
This query is from Lizzie, she is joining the fray.
“Twenty-one,” the woman said proudly.
“That’s huge!” Lizzie informed her.
“There were eight in my class; six boys and two girls.”
rural America
one hick town socialite to another
bragging rights for one
as soon as we crown the winner
Saloon
Squeezed between office buildings
On lower Broadway
Desolate and out of the way
Faint neon sign marks the place
For the downtown art scene.
Poetry readings on Sunday afternoons
Only the regulars show up
Invited or not
Some mount the stage and
Recite a piece or two
To scattered applause.
The beat goes on
Summer nights fly by
No Sunday readings now
It’s Saturday and it’s a different place.
Crowd mingles
Three deep at the bar
A/C working on overtime while
Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On plays
Jazzy and soulful
A monster hit
To no one’s surprise.
A hangout for anyone
Bodies waiting to meet
An Agent.
Or maybe a Publisher.
Or a Rep.
Anybody. Somebody. Anyone know somebody important?
Naw, this ain’t the place
This is St. Adrian’s
A place for
Artists.
Writers.
Sculptors.
Working class dreamers.
Pretenders and losers.
Wannabes.
Lost children and
Casual loners on the prowl.
Carol, alone in a corner booth
Glass of white wine in her hands
On the rocks of course
Smiles at everyone like a Mona Lisa.
Jack Micheline
Bronx’ original Beat
Wrote River of Red Wine in ‘58
Manuscript under his arm
Waits for someone
To buy him a drink
Elaine, beautiful in a peasant blouse
Scent of musk oil like a halo
Motions
To the young men
Who watch her hands
Move like deadly weapons
Stan’s a photographer. Sleepy, one night
Left his equipment in a car
Morning arrives and
Broken windshield screams
You’ve been robbed.
Junior, a sculptor, needs rent money for a walkup in the East Village
Otherwise he’ll live on someone’s couch
Gil does commercials
Until he finds an old lady
Then Hollywood here he comes
And Glenn is a writer with lots of ideas
But no paper and no place to go.
No one asked what I did for money
Or where I lived.
I was accepted with a simple sitdownhaveadrink.
Sometimes there’d be ten of us
Squeezed in a booth or
Around a table
Talking and talking.
Any topic not important
Just to meet and forget for awhile
The nagging loneliness and rejection.
It’s well past midnight
Chairs scrape the floor and there’s an echo in the walls
Left behind are empty glasses and stale beer
As the place begins to empty out.
We leave
Hitting the still streets
Looking for a cab
Or the nearest subway
But before we do
We promise to meet again.
“I never Travel without my Diary, one should always have
something sensational to read“. . . Oscar Wilde, 1891
Friday August 24th , 1971, 11:58 PM my last night Alone
Saturday August 25th,1971, 7:15 AM I awake with new life
Knowing at 12:00 PM Lenore Adams Becomes my FOREVER WIFE
Until it unfolds; A Dream of Everlasting LOVE not yet known
Saturday, August 25th,1971, 9:00AM, Breakfast with “DAD”
“I see the LOVE in my Daughter’s Eyes :Welcome to our Family “
Saturday, August 25th, 1971, 11:00AM
I showered, trim my beard and got dressed ,Tuxedo? : for my BRIDE
The Captain in his Dress Whites on the on the deck of our “Princess Ride”
For the Eons of Forever, in sickness and in Health, will You be by her side
“ I W I L L “
For the Eternity of LIFE Forever ; Do YOU take LENORE as YOUR BRIDE
“ I D O “
Saturday August 25th, 1971, 7:13PM , My WIFE , My LIFE, My LOVE : Entered Heaven
My Last Entree
Inspired by the Contest “ The Diary “ Sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling
POET~~
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
1st Place
This is the third Mother's Day that has come around since you perished.
The love that we felt for one another is something that I'll always cherish.
Out of all of the people on Earth, you meant more to me than anyone.
You were always there for me and I'm a privileged man to be your son.
You were very special and everybody who knew you, knows that is true.
You gave birth to me in 1971, I wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for you.
Whenever people ask me how I feel about you, I'll always say "I love her."
Happy Mother's Day Mom, you were one of the world's greatest mothers.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away at the age of 64 on March 6, 2013.]
Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.
I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.
Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.
I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.
(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)
“If a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't I paint you?”
Bread 1971
Married 41 years. Hmm let me see
If I can make 1000 words can come to be
It was a Monday in November 1983
From behind the machines my eyes did see
A beautiful on lane 20 her ball to roll
I took the ball and put a note in the hole
As odd as it may be in the past it worked
You glanced at the note and mouthed what a jerk
Six months have passed and still no date
Was think my time was done, it is too late
June 11 of 84 we found ourselves Dennys Bound
Wonderful but my wallet at home, you sat not making a sound
Way to start a relationship, you moronic dope
Any chance at love you pray and hope
Flowers on your doorstep calls on the phone
Persistent to then end to bring you home
Take your son fishing off the motel steps
Getting him to like me was my best bet
To my amazement it worked like a charm
But I really liked Jimmy so I saw no harm
July 26 of 84 in your back yard we took our vows
My heart filled with love I could only think WOW
May 1 of 85 our Jayme was born
My life filled with love lets sound the horn
Forty-one years I’ve made many mistakes
Your heart filled with love you found little hate
I sit outside and look at the sky
Asking God to please tell me why
After forty-0ne tumultuous years
Why is this woman I love still here
OK GUESS BREAD GOT IT RIGHT
243 WORDS
PUNKIN I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY
(Dedication: For my schoolmate
Lawrence Chee, SJI, Class of 1971)
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Live each day well with lovely fest,
Ask for the light to help you see;
Weave your own spell with cheery zest,
Reap happy sights where love sets free;
Embrace the truth with joy and grace,
Now is the time to be at peace;
Charm shows clear proof with poignant trace,
Explore fond chimes and be at ease.
Craft your own play as fancy fits,
Hear your heart speak as soul now hints;
Enter each day with happy wit,
End at the peak where poise stamps mint.
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2017
Singapore
I woke up when the roof caved in, the smoke slithered under my bedroom door
As I Crawled through my Sin, to that bedroom door, as I slowly Lift Myself off the Floor
I look through the window, and what do I see; My Bride, My Wife, My LOVE : LENORE
Shouting “ Harry the “Vail” is all You have Left of “ ME “ “Open the door “ SAVE ME “
I cry as memories, burn off the wall, I see the “Vail “ untouched by Satan’s Fire
The Burning Hot Flames, are biting on me; the Untouched : Vail “ is all I can see
My “FOREVER and ALWAYS, My Most Only; BELOVED, LENORE my DESIRE
I Grasp the : “ Transparent White Vail “ Jump through the Window of “ ETERNITY “
In a black flame of glory; the Devil speaks to me “ You Do Love Your Wife “ LENORE ?“
I Look at the Ecru, Aging Transparent White Vail. My ALWAYS and FOREVER “LENORE”
Begone Satan you do not belong here
With Almighty GOD,the GOD that you fear
Inspired by the Contest : " Last Chance : Sponsored by Kristen Bruni
Dedicated to Forty Years of LOVE To my Life, My Wife, Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson
November 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971 YOU are ALWAYS Remembered in My HEART
Author's Note : The Vail is what I would save in a fire; but I was robbed four Years Ago : The Thief's Prize - " A Transparent White Wedding VAIL " Please bring It Back
LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Liege...HG